Not sure if it was overload of what was going on in the news or pre-thankgivings angst.
I hardly ever have dreams but last week had the weirdest dream.

Fade in:

I’m on my way to a meeting (somewhere) and walking down a long hallway.
I bump into Vice President Dick Cheney, who makes a comment about how good I smell.
(This summer I started using AXE body spray deodorant, comes in six fragrances)

, I usually wear Essence, which is described as:

“Essence brings out the sweet, polite, jewelry-buying, “aw, shucks” side of you that girls want. Along with the racy, adventurous, expert knot-tying, “saddle up” side that girls need. It’s good. It’s bad. It’s exactly what she’s looking for.”

So the VP is telling me how great I smell and he will give me a whole case of soda if I give him a whole case of my AXE deodorant.

He then produces a wooden crate case with plain bottles of soda with white labels which I notice has the coke-cola formula typed on it in small letters.

I then go into a room, where my a friend of mine is and a cousin who i havent seen since he went to MIT.
I ask them both if I should do the trade?

They say we have to go to a meeting and don’t have time.

We exit the room and Dick Cheney is still standing in the hall waiting with his case of sodas with a secret service guy we walk right pass them.

Fade out. Dream ends.

Anyone care to interpret this?